CAST STEEL

Jabez had got the rope on himself when Dick came back, an' he spoke to

him in the voice of a father sayin' farewell to the son who had gone

wrong once too often. "I don't care nothin' about the money, Dick," he

said. "You'd 'a' been welcome to all I had; but I can't forgive you

about my little girl. You made her love you, you schemed to do it, an'

you came here with that end in view. I trusted you from the ground up,

but I can see a heap o' things now 'at I wouldn't see before. I had a

letter written from Bill Andrews tellin' me 'at he had heard you brag

'at you intended to get holt o' my money, an' that it would pay me to

search you instead o' suspectin' him--"

"Where was the letter from?" asked Dick.

"Laramie," sez the ol' man.

"Kind o' curious," sez Dick, an' his vice was as bitter as the dregs o'

sin; "that's where Denton came from too."

"You deceived me all along," sez the ol' man, not payin' much heed to

Dick, but speakin' mostly to himself. "You know 'at what I hate worse'n

anything else is deceit--an' here you've been fast an' loose with

women--" Dick tried to say somethin', but the ol' man stopped him.

"That was bad enough," he went on, "but I'm no fool; I know the world,

an' I could forgive you a good deal; but hang it, I never could forgive

you bein' a professional gambler--a man that lives by deceit an'

trickery an' false pretenses. Lookin' back now, it strikes me as bein'

mighty curious how you got the best o' Piker's deals too. Was Piker or

Denton, or whatever his name is, a gambler too?"

"He was," answered Dick in a low tone.

The ol' man squared himself, an' his face was as fierce as the face of

an ol' she bear. "Of all the human snakes I ever heard of, you crawl

the closest to the ground. You come here an' act as square as a man can

until you have made us all think the world of ya; an' yet in your black

heart you were all the time plottin' to get my money, usin' my little

girl as a burglar would use a bar to open a safe with. Even then you

couldn't wait in patience; your inborn cussedness forced you to steal

an' cheat--and yet, boy, I could almost forgive you for deceivin' me,

but I can't never forgive you for deceivin' my little girl. You stand

there with a gun in your hand an' I stand here with none; you brag 'at

no man can't doubt your dealin' without havin' cause to remember it;

but I tell you to your teeth that you're a sneak an' a cheat an' a

low-grade coward."

Dick stood with his head thrown back an' his left hand clenched, while

his right gripped the butt of his gun so fierce that the knuckles stood

out white as chalk an' the veins was black an' swollen. His bosom was

heavin', his teeth showed in a threatenin' white line, an' all the

savage th' was in him was cryin' kill, kill, kill!

He tottered a little when he took a step toward Jabez; but he laid the

gun on the table with the butt pointin' towards Jabez, an' then he went

back to the wall an' folded his arms. He stood lookin' at Jabez for a

moment, an' then he sez slow an' soft an' creepy: "Every word you have

said from start to finish is a lie; and you yourself are a liar."

The ol' man choked. He loosened the collar around his neck, fairly

gaspin' for breath; an' then he grabbed up the gun an' held it ready to

drop on Dick's heart. A curious expression came over Dick as he looked

into Jabez' face; a tired, heart-achy smile as though he'd be so glad

to be all through with it that he wouldn't care a great deal how it was

done. Ol' Cast Steel was livin' up to his name if ever a man did. The'

wasn't a sign of anger in his face by this time, nothin' but one grim

purpose, an' it was horrid. It looked like a plain case o' suicide on

Dick's part, an' I was just makin' up my mind whether or not it would

be polite to interfere, when the door opened noiselessly an' Barbie

stood in the openin'.

She seemed turned to stone for a second, an' then she gave a spring an'

grabbed the ol' man's arm. "Jabez Judson, what are you doin'?" she

said, an' the' wasn't much blood relation in her tone.

The ol' man lowered his gun an' sank into a chair, while Barbie stood

with her hands on her hips an' looked from one to the other of us. Then

it would be the time for our eyes to hit the carpet. "Now I want to

know the meanin' o' this," sez she, "an' I want the full truth. This is

nice doin's over a game o' cards. I wish I had thought to set up a bar,

so you'd all felt a little more at home. What's it about?"

We didn't none of us seem to have a great deal to say, but just stood

there lookin' foolish. Finally Dick came out of it an' sez, "I have

been accused of cheatin' an' lyin' an' stealin'. The circumstantial

evidence is all again me, so I shall have to go away, but you remember

all I told you out in the other room--an' on our rides across the

plain, an' on our walks in the moonlight; an' Barbie, girl, don't you

believe a word of it.

"Good-bye, Happy--I know you an' you know me. Jabez Judson, I know it

ain't no use to attempt any explanation; but I give you my word of

honor--an' I set just as much store by it as any man in all the

world--that I never stacked a deck o' cards in my life, an' I never

held a single underhanded thought again you; while as for Barbie--well,

Barbie knows. Good-bye."

Dick turned on his heel an' stalked out o' the room, Barbie dropped

into a chair sobbin', an' me an' the old man continued to look like the

genuine guilty parties. Then it occurred to me that mebbe it would be

wise to see if Piker was worth botherin' with. First thing I did though

was to see where he had helt his gun when he fired beneath the table.

The' wasn't no gun on the floor, an' I couldn't nowise savvy it.

He had one gun in his holster, but he couldn't have pulled it out

without bein' seen, an' he couldn't have put it back, nohow. I was

plumb mystified, an' had about give it up when I came across it. I own

up it was a clever dodge, but snakish to an extreme. He had fashioned a

rig just above his knee, an' when he had sat down the gun had been

pointin' at Dick all through the game, an' nothin' but Jabez makin'

Dick move had saved him. It was a blood-thirsty scheme, an' I felt like

stampin' his face into a jelly.

His head was still bent over an' he was black in the face; but when I

straightened him out an' soused a lot o' water over him, he came out of

it, an' I fair itched to make him eat his gun--knee-riggin' an' all! He

sat up an' began to tell what a low-down, sneakin' cuss Dick had allus

been. I let him sing a couple o' verses, an' then I sez: "Now, you look

here, you slimy spider. Dick's too busy just now to attend to your case

an' if you don't swaller them few remarks instant I'll be obliged to

prepare you for the coroner myself. I've knowed Dick sometime, an' I've

knowed several other men; an' I know enough to know that such a

dust-eatin' lizard as you never could know enough to know what such a

man as Dick was thinkin' out or plannin' to do. An' furthermore, you're

a liar in your heart, an' still further more, I don't like your face;

an' one other furthermore--the longer I look at you the madder I get!

My advice to you, an' I give it in the name o' peace an' sobriety, an'

because the' 's a lady present, is to start right now to a more

salubrious climate--you an' your knee-gun an' your black lies an' your

marked decks. Do you hear what I say? Are you goin' to go?"

I was surely losin' my temper; the' was a blood taste in my throat, an'

when I asked him the question I kicked him gently in the chest, just to

let him know 'at I was ready for his verdict.

He was a coward. He just lunched himself away from me on his back an'

whined somethin' about only tryin' to show us the truth an' not wantin'

any trouble, an' a lot o' such foolishness; but I soon wearied of it,

an' grabbed him by the collar an' yanked him to his feet, an' sez, "Now

answer me one question--who told you that Dick was here?"

"Bill Andrews," he sez; an' I opened the door an' kicked him through

it: but in a minute back he comes, cringin' like a cur. "Don't send me

away until after I see what direction Silver takes," he whimpered. "He

never forgives; He'll kill me if he sees me; let me stay until after he

starts."

I laughed. "Why, you fool you," I sez, "if he SHOULD happen to ruin you

beyond repair you don't imagine any one would put on mournin' do ya?

But if it's goin' to make your mind any easier I stand ready to give

you a written guarantee 'at he won't use any knee-gun to do it with.

Now you get; I'm strainin' myself to keep from spoilin' you on my own

hook."

I was in an advanced state of bein' exasperated, an' I walked up to him

intendin' to brand him a few with the butt of his own gun, when Barbie

spoke low an' cold, but in a voice fairly jagged with scorn: "Let the

creature alone; I don't want Dick to soil his boots." Barbie's voice

had lost its college finish, an' she was in the mood to do a little

shootin' herself just then.

Dick finished his packin' in short order, an' went out an' saddled his

pony an' rode away toward Danders an' Laramie. We all set like

corpse-watchers for half an hour longer, an' then Jabez straightened up

an' sez to Piker; "Take your money out o' that pot an' never get caught

in this neighborhood again. Your partner started toward Laramie; when

you see him tell him I'll send the full amount o' the pot to him as

soon as he sends me his address. You can also tell him that I'll kill

him if he ever sets foot on this ranch again."

Barbie was standin' at the window lookin' out into the moonlight which

had swallered up the best part of her world. When Jabez finished

speakin' she turned around an' looked at Piker. "I can't figger out

just whose dog-robber yon are," she sez; "but next time you go gunnin'

for Silver Dick--you better take the whole gang with you."

It fair hurt me to see Barbie's face, so hard it was an' so different

from the real Barbie: but it warmed my heart to hear the way she made

that Silver Dick ring out. Oh, she was a thoroughbred every inch of

her, that girl was. Piker didn't say a word; he just picked up his coin

an' walked out o' the room, an' I raised up the window an' drew a deep

breath. The blame pole-cat had managed to slip out an' saddle his pony

about supper time, an' in a second he dashed away toward Webb Station,

mighty thankful in his nasty little heart that he wasn't bound for

hell, where he rightly belonged.

"Did you ever know Dick before he came here, Happy?" asked Barbie.

"I swear to heaven that I never knew that our Dick was Silver Dick

until this very night," sez I; "but I'd be willing to stake my life on

his word, an' I'd take it again the word of any other livin' man--bar

none."

"Thank you, Happy. Good-night." She held her head high as she walked

out o' the room; but I knew that livin' serpents was tearin' at her

heart.

Ol' Cast Steel sat for an hour, his chin on his hands an' his elbows on

the table, lookin' at the pile of money an' checks on the table before

him.

"Gold, gold, gold!" he mutters at last; "it builds the churches an' the

schoolhouses an' the homes; an' it fills the jails and the insane

asylums an' hell itself. It drives brother to murder brother, an'

neither love nor friendship is proof against its curse. It starves

those who scorn it, while those who pay out their souls for it find

themselves sinking, sinking, sinking in its hideous quicksand until at

last it closes above their mad screams. God! if I only had my life to

live over!"

That was just the way he said it, deep an' hoarse an' coning between

his set teeth; an' I felt the hair raisin' on my head. He looked like a

lost soul, an' the whites of his eyes showed in ghastly rings around

the pupils.

"You take this rubbish, Happy," sez he, turnin' on me. "You're too much

like the birds an' the beasts for it to ever injure you. Take it an'

spend it--drink it, throw it away, burn it up, destroy it, an' when it

is gone come back here an' live in the open again an' you'll never be

far from the spirit of God."

Well, I knew it was ol' Cast Steel who was speakin', but it was mighty

hard to believe it. "I don't mean no disrespect to you, Jabez," I sez,

edgin' toward the door, "but I'll see you damned first." An' I slid

outside an' straddled a pony an' rode till the dawn wind blew all the

fever out of me an' let the sunshine in.

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